Hate So Real

I never knew them personally
It was 1959
My mom was only 12 years old when he ran out of time
On a trail to damnation (or climax some folks say)
The trail of Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate

I can't say I'm sorry for the things I know I've done
For the first time me and Caril had a lot of fun

I just wanted to see Caril
But I can't pretend that death is accidental
When her mom hit me again
If they had just left us alone I wouldn't have hurt nobody
But with my brother's .22 I'd live to see the bodies

Tired of feeling useless and living in my car
Now we lived as man and wife
Fucking all the time
But nothing lasts forever (at least not in my life)
So in a week we were running down the road
Confessions to the wind

I can't say I'm sorry for the things I know I've done
For the first time me and Caril had a lot of fun

At times the hate was so real I could feel it come to life
Goodbye to August Myers
It's time to say goodnight
To Carol King's family I must apologize
But beauty and innocence, I'll steal or brutalize

By the time we'd reached Wyoming we'd left 10 people dead
Bullets flying by just missing my head
The Packard did 100 through the Douglas City limits
While the voice of my mortality came in a whisper

I can't say I'm sorry for the things I know I've done
For the first time me and Caril had a lot of fun

Caril can deny me but to this day I swear
She should be sitting on my lap
When I go to the chair
I'd like to write a book sometime
Of anger, love and hate
The trail of Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate

And I can't say I'm sorry for the things I know I've done
For the first time me and Caril had a lot of fun